Yesterday around 9:15 I get a call from a friend of mine from church, Julia. I don't know Julia very well, but everyone I have met say I remind them of her. She is calling to invite me to go clubbing. Even though I just had the longest 3 days of my entire life, I decide to go.
I gank Nikki's ID since mine is still in the grips of The Man, then I head out to make trouble for the establishment.
SO MUCH FUN! I get to meet interesting people, my age, we all go together. Julia makes me laugh. We dance, we sing, we freeze. Handsome strangers buying us water. Overall, pleasant evening.
Next day, really tired. We didn't get home till around 3 since the club was downtown. Now that I think of it, Nikki's ID worked like a charm. Do I really look 26? Interesting...
oh yeah- I got a letter from a missionary who I correspond with regularly. I feel the need to warn him about mormons being public enemy #1 to liberal america. He is in Japan, knows nothing of it, but he's coming back soon. Meh. I'll let him get filled in when he's back in the states.
President Monson, President Obama, Prop 8, geeze. Alot to come home to.
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Am I missing something? Does your missionary friend not know that President Monson is the new President? So confused... please help.
He knows. I just think that if it were me I'd think of Pres. Monson as my mission prophet, and be used to Pres. Hinckley being my at-home prophet. maybe thats just how my brain works, though.
I would just like to note for the general public that you stole my ID without my knowledge. I was fitfully asleep by 8 o'clock, and likely clubbing in my dreams. Luckily you don't need an ID for those clubs, since mine was missing...
Brooke you rebel you! Good thing Nik was sleeping or your evening would have been on hold. Sounds like fun.
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